The Son of Night & Spring

What if Feyre and Tamlin met earlier and had a child before the events of Under the Mountain?

Lotus used to thrive in Spring.

His Mother's hands stained with paint and his Father's beast form chasing him around the Manors garden. That's how his dream played it out to be. Choosing not to remember canvas stained with red and locked windows and doors. Voices loud enough to shake mountains. And then he appeared. In a cloud of Darkness and violet eyes.

Rhysand; High Lord of the Night Court. How Lotus hated him. Hated his court, his inner circle, his night.

Nyx and His Mother was were the only thing that made him stay, only thing he loved. Only thing he could make room for in his heart full of anger and despair. Even then, they could make him forget that he did not belong. Not with his sun-kissed hair or aquamarine eyes. Eyes a mixed of two people who hated each other. His features stood out when faced with the male his Mother was mated with. With the brother they blessed him with.

Will Lotus follow his Mother's path of starlight or will he sit on the throne of thorns and roses?